Hrodgar slung the pick over his shoulder, grunting at the weight of it. He had been on a prospecting journey for nearly 3 days and his beard was starting to get matted with twigs and the unmentionable mess of birds, it was in serious danger of becoming kin to a birds nest. 

[color=green]"ah'll have t'get some wax on it"[/color] He said to no one in particular, kicked at a stone idly with his leather bound foot.  

Hrodgar was making progress towards the furthest point of his excursion, when he would finally turn and make the long journey home, when all of a sudden the ground shook violently, knocking the dwarf off his feet. He yelped out a curse in Dwarvish and picked himself back up, dusting debree from his clothes, and grabbing his pickaxe.

It took a moment before he noticed the giant glowing window that had grown before him as the earth shook him to his very core. He eyes the corridor of light wearily,
[color=green]"Oh....grand. No good'll come of this"[/color]

He sighed heavily as he reluctantly trudged his way carefully towards the green light that shone in the distance ahead.